Red Bahutai Swordsman
Collapses

"We must enliven this glad tidings, umang bring the best wine we have", Dara's father gave orders accompanied by telling Cakra to sit with him.

Dara voluntarily went to find the wine her father wanted. Now Cakra is facing the old man in the room.

"Force our presumptuousness, actually our arrival is related to a figure named Nabau", Cakra explained his point.

When those words came out of his mouth that he felt now a strong wind was rumbling around him. Making things even the grass shake is not bad.

Cakra realized that nothing hit the old man in front of him, while he felt the tightness of the strong wind whizzing his body.

"NABAU YOU SAID!!!", the bright red-looking old man's eyes stared at Cakra, "WHAT DO YOU WANT YOUNG MAN!? ARE YOU HERE AS THE DEMON MESSENGER!? ANSWER!!!"

The wind around Cakra grew stronger after the old man finished his words. Cakra tidied hands and made movements while reading a study that he mastered.

With canuragan science, he focused his profound energy on both of his palms. When he was sure he then gave a tread strike into the air, his attack apparently managed to make the surrounding wind stop and not attack him anymore.

"Hoo.... Hooo.... This young man turned out to be able to keep up with the knowledge I had, truly an attractive youth", inner old man.

The chakra that had just regained its balance was alert when he saw the old man was no longer in his seat. A moment later there was a chill so strong it was pointing at his neck.

Feeling that it was a threat he was not only silent, quickly Cakra ducked while giving a kick towards the back.

It turned out that the cold air he felt earlier was a sword mandau so sharp, he was lucky to be able to avoid the attack he had avoided earlier.

But not only that, the legs that he used to strike towards the back formed a wood that was so hard. When he just realized that the sword mandau now leads again to target himself.

The movements of the mandau sword were so agile as if the sword and its owner had already fused together. Cakra finally realizes that the owner of the sword is an old man.

The old man attacked him with a very angry face, he not only attacked with his sword but in his left hand a long box-shaped shield with pointed top and bottom sides also he used as a tool to attack Cakra.

Cakra was still preoccupied with attack after attack that he received, fortunately the attack was still able to be countered and it did not take long he had the opportunity to use his weapon, the White Rawaja sword.

The two swords are now fighting each other causing sparks from each meeting of the two swords. His opponent's movements were so smooth as if they were flowing water, the old man was still attacking so fiercely while Cakra was still resisting the attack after attack his current opponent was launching.

As the battle breaks down, the old man realizes that the sword used by Cakra is not just an ordinary sword.

The sword was able to withstand the power of his mandau sword, he found that the power of his Cakra sword and mandau sword was not much different.

The old man retreated a few steps after his sword clashed with Cakra's White Rawaja sword. He planted the shield he used and now grasped his sword with both hands.

Cakra now felt an awkwardness that was about to happen, he prepared with his sword with the position of the horses and both hands held tightly to the White Rawaja sword.

A moment later the old man jumped up and gave an attack in the form of a downward slash targeting Cakra's head.

Seeing the attack heading towards him, Cakra stayed in place and within a short period of time held back his opponent's attack using his sword.

The clash of the two swords made the entire room tremble violently, both small and large stones began to fall as the tremors grew stronger.

Cakra with all his strength continued to resist the attack of the old man, while his opponent continued to press his sword for his attack to successfully break through the defense of Cakra.

"Aba, Cakra, stop!!!", cried Dara.

Dara had just come with two jugs for Cakra and his father. Just as he entered the room, he was treated to the scene of a fierce fight between the two sides.

He who panicked spontaneously shouted for the two to stop the fight which is currently still going on. His screams were heard by the two fighters, Cakra and the old man then separated from each other.

Dara was still quietly fixated on seeing his second fight, he did not expect when he left his father fought with Cakra. In his mind I don't know what made the two fight so hard.

He had not had time to fully digest the situation, suddenly the vibrations in the room became so strong. Not long after the room that became the place of the fight began to collapse with large stones falling from the ceiling of the cave.

"Ummmaaaannnggggggggg!!!!!", the old man screeched at his son as he realized a boulder was now on top of the girl.

Dara stared at her father for a moment and not long after a large stone fell towards her now fell on the body of the beautiful girl.

The old man ran with all his strength towards the girl. At first glance he saw when the big stone almost hit his daughter, the child shed tears right when he looked at her.

The rumbling sound of the huge rocks falling from the collapse of the room was so powerful that it made others able to hear from afar. Especially Sima who realized the rumbling sound was coming from where.

Sima immediately left his place and ran with all his might towards the direction where the rumbling sounds came from. When he got there he was surprised because everything he saw was now flat on the ground.

The large stones scattered on the ground where he was resting now, he was still astonished by what he saw now. Sima looked around but there was no one he met in the ruins.

Until a hand came out of the heap of earth and stones, it was now full of scratches from sharp stones.

Not only did he remain silent, Sima immediately ran towards that hand. He caught the hand and pulled it until the buried figure could finally come out.